"Are you talking to yourself love? Or are the voices inside your pretty little head speaking to you again?" Nigel said overhearing her as he was passing by outside her office.

"Nigel! Hey! What are you doing for lunch?" she asked.

"I don't have any plans, you want to grab a bite to eat?" he asked.

"Well yeah we could do that, but we also need to go shopping"

"Shopping?" he questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, like for clothes"

"Why the sudden interest in expanding your wardrobe during your lunch break? Have you got a date or something?" he asked, his curiosity now peaked.

"Swear you wont say anything?" she asked seriously.

"Yeah sure"

"No, You have to really swear Nige, I don't want everyone in my business, not yet anyway" she insisted holding out her pinkie, which he promptly took and completed the sacred pinkie swear.

"Okay I swear, now spill, this better be good"

"Woody and I have been a little more than flirty recently, you guys know the whole history of almosts with us but I think I'm ready to give it a shot, I know that seeing him with Devan was making me crazy and nothing was even going on with them" she explained.

"So you two have got a bit of a date this evening do you?" Nigel teased.

"I don't know what it is, he didn't say date, but he is coming over to make me dinner tonight and talk"

"The talk?"

"I don't know, don't freak me out about it though!" she reprimanded, smacking him on the arm.

"Okay, Okay so you want uncle Nigel to come along and help you pick out a hot little number for our dear Woodrow"

"I need a guy's opinion, I have no idea what to wear since I'm not sure if it's even a date, but I don't want to be wearing jeans and a tank top if he thinks it's a date"

"Jordan! What's the matter with you? Since when do you worry about what to wear? Especially with Woody! you guys have been best friends for years"

"But that could all change in one night, with one conversation, Oh my god" she said taking a deep breath and slumping back on the couch, she had just started to get nervous.

"Don't freak out now, there'll be plenty of time for that later, right now we've got to find you an outfit to make Woody drool"

An hour later, Nigel was still sitting in the dressing room as Jordan rejected yet another outfit.

"I don't know why you asked me to come along for my opinion, everything I've picked out, you've shot down, it's all too dressy, not dressy enough, too long, too short, too tight, not tight enough, makes you look fat or is just not right for one reason or another, you're driving me insane!" he grumbled.

She started to respond but her ringing cell phone cut her off, she flipped it open without looking at the caller ID.

"Cavanaugh" she answered irately.

"Whoa there killer, calm down" She immediately recognized his voice.

"Oh hey Woody, what's up?" she said casually.

"I was just calling to see if you had found an excuse to back out of tonight yet, or will it be a last minute work call? Maybe you'll volunteer to go on a pick up?"

"I'm not backing out of anything, unless you keep pissing me off"

"Yeah well I'll believe it when I see it, or I guess that would be when I see you"

"Alright jerky, I gotta go, see ya tonight"

"Cant wait" he smiled into the phone.

Jordan felt the butterflies in her stomach take flight at his last comment, or was that nausea?